[This village is...something, alright. He's walking along, looking like he's fitting in, what with the blood splattered over his shoulders and neck, and Irene in crow form at his shoulders.]
[He smiles, briefly, at Rex when he sees him.]
Good show out there. I'm glad I could see your talents for myself, finally.
It seems like a lifetime ago, when you asked me of my world.
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[His mouth twists to the side.]
I suppose you have a bone to pick with me overlooking the obvious in terms of your murder, yes? Regarding Miss Susato. I would even think one of the rocks that was thrown before was from you.
[ oh. so we're gonna talk about it, huh? alright, then. ]
...yeah. A couple of them.
But it's fine. [ he looks off to the side, into the nebulous distance of the land of the dead. ] You wanted to protect her. I get it. I don't agree with it, but I get it.
Of course. And I have to be quite honest, I was mislead by the facts of the case. It logically didn't make sense for it all to have worked out the way it did, and so, it turned me around, away from her. I only realized the truth too late, far after the trial. I even overlooked the fact you carved that message with your sword. Which, by the way...
You try writing the word "bitch" when you're already halfway braindead!!
[ that's the first thing he blurts out--but then he processes the rest of what Sholmes said and can't help but feel annoyed at it. Excuses, excuses. ]
You didn't want to consider that your precious Susato could have done something so terrible. And then when you did, you wanted to keep her safe. Like I said. It makes sense. You cared more about her.
[He opens his mouth, he closes his mouth. He was going to say WHY NOT WRITE HER NAME, IDIOT but this isn't the time.]
Yes. You're right on all accounts. I shan't lie to you, Mr. Rex. I have known her for a year. I had only known you for two weeks. As you say, it makes sense, since I feel like I know her better from everything we've been through. I let emotions stand in the way of judgement.
[And he...sighs.]
Though now, it feels I don't know her as well as I thought.
[ he WANTED TO, BUT YOU TRY REMEMBERING ANYONE'S NAME WHEN YOUR BRAIN IS HALFWAY TURNED TO MUSH ]
No. You didn't.
But now that we both understand exactly what happened there, I figure we can drop the pretenses. You don't have to pretend to care, you know. Like I said, I get it.
Mr. Rex. Do you know how many people die in my line of work? Hundreds. Maybe even more. I've seen more murder than I can even start to count. And every person...every single person that dies under my watch is a personal failure. Yes. I do not know you that well as a person. You and I may scarcely have little in common. But that whole ordeal was a horrific failure on my part, both because of Miss Susato, and for you.
[His tone is deathly serious.]
I hate, especially, to think of how you died the way you did. A cruel thing it was, to suffocate like that. So pardon me if I cannot be allowed to show even one mote of concern for you, after all of that. It is only human of me to do so.
[ what, writing 'binch' or his attitude rn? i guess either way the answer isn't nanites per se C8
i will say, though, that rex is moderately surprised to hear Sholmes say that, after so many deaths, they all still matter. He expected that little speech to go the way of so many deaths all blurring together to become meaningless.
Not that it makes much difference to Rex either way. ]
...fine. But all that's for your benefit, not mine.
And pray tell, what do you wish me to do about it? Drag Miss Susato here in front of you? Tell her in front of you about what kind of a ghastly murderer she was?
I may have not taken action against her. This, again, was my folly, and born from trust I placed in her. But bear in mind, Mr. Rex, there was murders every week. Yours was one of many. And I strived to at least solve them all, with every ounce of my abilities. This is my work. To call yourself a "prop" is an insult to yourself.
No. She doesn't deserve that. She's no guiltier than anyone else here.
[ he can't help but snort a derisive laugh at that. ] An insult to myself, huh? Isn't that exactly what I am, though? Just some dead kid nobody cares about, except for when someone needs to feel bad about screwing up.
Is that what others have told you? I know very well that you had people around you who cared for your well-being even weeks before that tragedy. Are you saying that those feelings are suddenly defunct because you died?
You are a fool, you know. As am I. We are both fools.
[He pinches the bridge of his nose.]
Mr. Rex, did you think, simply because you saw people acting merrily in public meant we forgot about your murder? The matter tormented me. I discussed it multiple times with others, such as the Lieutenant, to try to ascertain where we had gone wrong. And you must admit, Miss Susato was smart with what she did. I do not know about the exact purposes of it, but her letting herself be discovered as "evidence" at the time was something that quite fooled us. The ropes, the fact that your body had been pulled out of the room where you died - I even approached Satariel - I mean, Miss Portia, wondering if there had been an accomplice in the matter. Believe me, I and many others had kept your murder in mind. We simply didn't move on as you assume.
[And then, a sigh.]
But yes, I am a fool, too. We resolved to solve your case logically. And I know there are several others who jumped out in front of me to accuse Miss Susato directly to her face. But yes, I and many others didn't consider the man behind it all. It is unfair that you didn't get a letter. It is unfair you were not acknowledged as a human being behind it all. You were not everybody's last priority, absolutely not, but your feelings in the matter were not addressed. And I am sorry for that.
So you're only sorry when you have to finally look me in the face, huh? Yeah, I bet. And are you sorry for not saying who killed me even when you knew it?
Are you sorry for caring more about Susato, the person you knew for ages already, than me, some random kid you knew for a couple weeks at most?
Mr. Rex, have you been listening to a word I said? I was sorry after the verdict, and I was sorry during the week, and I was sorry when I realized the truth too late, and I was sorry not to put the whole thing to bed when I did so! Yes! Why do you think I brought this up right away? Because I knew it had to be addressed!
[He's getting a little frustrated, now.]
I will not say sorry for caring more about Miss Susato. That I will acknowledge. You can understand that. But to think that you were tossed aside like trash...it is simply not true. Letters or not, people did think of you. I am sorry that no one reached out to you despite that.
Because you could either wallow in the belief that everyone around you will always betray you, or you could give yourself a chance to take the leap and allow yourself to believe them, for a change.
I cannot control how you feel, Mr. Rex. I cannot force you into decisions. I cannot make you forgive me, or anyone else here. What I can do is attempt to shake you out of this belief that the people around you are cruel and will never care for you. What sort of life is that?
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[He smiles, briefly, at Rex when he sees him.]
Good show out there. I'm glad I could see your talents for myself, finally.
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Sure. No problem.
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[...]
[His mouth twists to the side.]
I suppose you have a bone to pick with me overlooking the obvious in terms of your murder, yes? Regarding Miss Susato. I would even think one of the rocks that was thrown before was from you.
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...yeah. A couple of them.
But it's fine. [ he looks off to the side, into the nebulous distance of the land of the dead. ] You wanted to protect her. I get it. I don't agree with it, but I get it.
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Ah. Well deserved on my end.
[Irene caws gently from his shoulder.]
Of course. And I have to be quite honest, I was mislead by the facts of the case. It logically didn't make sense for it all to have worked out the way it did, and so, it turned me around, away from her. I only realized the truth too late, far after the trial. I even overlooked the fact you carved that message with your sword. Which, by the way...
[He frowns.]
What in the world did you write that for?!
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[ that's the first thing he blurts out--but then he processes the rest of what Sholmes said and can't help but feel annoyed at it. Excuses, excuses. ]
You didn't want to consider that your precious Susato could have done something so terrible. And then when you did, you wanted to keep her safe. Like I said. It makes sense. You cared more about her.
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[He opens his mouth, he closes his mouth. He was going to say WHY NOT WRITE HER NAME, IDIOT but this isn't the time.]
Yes. You're right on all accounts. I shan't lie to you, Mr. Rex. I have known her for a year. I had only known you for two weeks. As you say, it makes sense, since I feel like I know her better from everything we've been through. I let emotions stand in the way of judgement.
[And he...sighs.]
Though now, it feels I don't know her as well as I thought.
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No. You didn't.
But now that we both understand exactly what happened there, I figure we can drop the pretenses. You don't have to pretend to care, you know. Like I said, I get it.
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Pretenses?
[That actually surprises him.]
Mr. Rex. Do you know how many people die in my line of work? Hundreds. Maybe even more. I've seen more murder than I can even start to count. And every person...every single person that dies under my watch is a personal failure. Yes. I do not know you that well as a person. You and I may scarcely have little in common. But that whole ordeal was a horrific failure on my part, both because of Miss Susato, and for you.
[His tone is deathly serious.]
I hate, especially, to think of how you died the way you did. A cruel thing it was, to suffocate like that. So pardon me if I cannot be allowed to show even one mote of concern for you, after all of that. It is only human of me to do so.
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i will say, though, that rex is moderately surprised to hear Sholmes say that, after so many deaths, they all still matter. He expected that little speech to go the way of so many deaths all blurring together to become meaningless.
Not that it makes much difference to Rex either way. ]
...fine. But all that's for your benefit, not mine.
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Is that what you think? [He frowns.] And what would be for your benefit, Mr. Rex?
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I may have not taken action against her. This, again, was my folly, and born from trust I placed in her. But bear in mind, Mr. Rex, there was murders every week. Yours was one of many. And I strived to at least solve them all, with every ounce of my abilities. This is my work. To call yourself a "prop" is an insult to yourself.
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[ he can't help but snort a derisive laugh at that. ] An insult to myself, huh? Isn't that exactly what I am, though? Just some dead kid nobody cares about, except for when someone needs to feel bad about screwing up.
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Is that what others have told you? I know very well that you had people around you who cared for your well-being even weeks before that tragedy. Are you saying that those feelings are suddenly defunct because you died?
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I die, and nobody figures out who did it because everyone cares too much about the culprit to see it.
The next week, everyone carries on like nothing happened. The only letter I got was from my murderer, apologizing to me.
I know I'm everybody's last priority. And that's fine. But I don't want people lying to me about it.
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You are a fool, you know. As am I. We are both fools.
[He pinches the bridge of his nose.]
Mr. Rex, did you think, simply because you saw people acting merrily in public meant we forgot about your murder? The matter tormented me. I discussed it multiple times with others, such as the Lieutenant, to try to ascertain where we had gone wrong. And you must admit, Miss Susato was smart with what she did. I do not know about the exact purposes of it, but her letting herself be discovered as "evidence" at the time was something that quite fooled us. The ropes, the fact that your body had been pulled out of the room where you died - I even approached Satariel - I mean, Miss Portia, wondering if there had been an accomplice in the matter. Believe me, I and many others had kept your murder in mind. We simply didn't move on as you assume.
[And then, a sigh.]
But yes, I am a fool, too. We resolved to solve your case logically. And I know there are several others who jumped out in front of me to accuse Miss Susato directly to her face. But yes, I and many others didn't consider the man behind it all. It is unfair that you didn't get a letter. It is unfair you were not acknowledged as a human being behind it all. You were not everybody's last priority, absolutely not, but your feelings in the matter were not addressed. And I am sorry for that.
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Are you sorry for caring more about Susato, the person you knew for ages already, than me, some random kid you knew for a couple weeks at most?
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[He's getting a little frustrated, now.]
I will not say sorry for caring more about Miss Susato. That I will acknowledge. You can understand that. But to think that you were tossed aside like trash...it is simply not true. Letters or not, people did think of you. I am sorry that no one reached out to you despite that.
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I cannot control how you feel, Mr. Rex. I cannot force you into decisions. I cannot make you forgive me, or anyone else here. What I can do is attempt to shake you out of this belief that the people around you are cruel and will never care for you. What sort of life is that?
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One where I don't get taken advantage of and killed again.
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[He looks towards the ground.]
You're made for great things. Nanites and brilliant brain and all.
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You don't know that. You can't say that. No way you got to know me enough to think that.
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[He tilts his head.]
Do you remember us at the party? When you took an interest in my hand?
[His metal hand, whirring away.]
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